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y the neck. So the sleep didn’t do me no good. By and
by I says to myself, I can’t live this way; I’m a-going to
find out who it is that’s here on the island with me; I’ll
find it out or bust. Well, I felt better right off.
So I took my paddle and slid out from shore just a step
or two, and then let the canoe drop along down amongst
the shadows. The moon was shining, and out- side of the
shadows it made it most as light as day. I poked along well
on to an hour, everything still as rocks and sound asleep.
Well, by this time I was most down to the foot of the
island. A little ripply, cool breeze begun to blow, and that
was as good as saying the night was about done. I give her
a turn with the paddle and brung her nose to shore; then I
got my gun and slipped out and into the edge of the
woods. I sat down there on a log, and looked out through
the leaves. I see the moon go off watch, and the darkness
begin to blanket the river. But in a little while I see a pale
streak over the treetops, and knowed the day was coming.
So I took my gun and slipped off towards where I had run
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across that camp fire, stopping every minute or two to
listen. But I hadn’t no luck somehow; I couldn’t seem to
find the place. But by and by, sure enough, I catched a
glimpse of fire away through the trees. I went for it,
cautious and slow. By and by I was close enough to have a
look, and there laid a man on the ground. It most give me
the fantods. He had a blanket around his head, and his
head was nearly in the fire. I set there behind a clump of
bushes in about six foot of him, and kept my eyes on him
steady. It was getting gray daylight now. Pretty soon he
gapped and stretched himself and hove off the blanket, and
it was Miss Watson’s Jim! I bet I was glad to see him. I